I asked for clarification on my path/studies the day before yesterday. I have since dreamed of literally going down into darkness for the third time. Last night I dreamt of being a “death talker” and the dream involved “taking in” the Spirits of the Dead so they could speak. There were also dogs again in the dream about going down into the Earth, into Darkness. Last night while poking around Pinterest when I couldn’t sleep I had suggestions for Nantosuelta and Sucelles. On Facebook this morning I came across a photograph of mushrooms growing from a deer skeleton. Will need to ponder a bit before I take any actions in regards to the Dead. Will be poking into Gaulish things and say hello again to The Mother of Rot.

Comments from the page Magic Mushrooms that posted it:

Interesting… It looks like whatever this deer was eating, most likely plant matter of sorts, had mushroom spores on it, ended up germenating inside the deers stomach, then fruited after the deer had died and decayed.
Photo courtesy of Lain Haigh.

This might also be of note, a couole weeks ago I first noticed that White Wings was back in the area. She(could be a he for all I know) was born or appeared about three years ago. I’m not sure if I don’t see her during the warmer months because she actually goes somewhere or if I’m just too busy to actually see her. She is a crow with white flight feathers and a mostly white tail. I managed to get some pictures, not the best quality but not too bad in regards to cell phone pictures.

Today was a good day for creature sightings. Along the Burnaby/New Westminster border. I expect to see the Northern Flickers, Crows, Sparrows, and Chicadees. I did not expect the Coyote directly across the lane from my son and I(and the two dogs I was walking), or the two grey Doves a few blocks before that. Always cheers me too see creatures in the city, let alone unusual birds and wild dogs.

I spent yesterday in a dreamy fog. Himself had come home for the day. I was hoping that He would be here this morning but to no avail. He’s quick to answer on what I’ve now dubbed my “God CB radio”, but He’s not HERE. It’s always bittersweet. At least I can count on Him coming home one day a month. (The 4th is His day)

Pain is a funny thing. As a teen my physical pain helped me to find Them. Working through that pain helped me to learn the focus I needed to hear Them better. In the process of hiding that pain I learnt a certain level of self control that has come in handy recently with all the chatter from Them. It can also be a blocker though. Enough pain, and all the chemicals released by the body that go along with it, can effectively silence my Godphone/radio. The last few weeks have been like this. The medications I’ve been taking to manage my chronic illness are also pretty good blockers of communication. So for weeks I’ve been asking the question, over and over, Who am I speaking to? Could you clarify that please? WHO THE FUCK IS TALKING??? Hermes had to all but throw a whole bird worth of feathers at me to clue in that is was Him at the beginning of the month. Luckily my two Kings have a bit of a system going on. From the evening of the 3rd of the month to the evening of the 7th I belong to Hermes, so to speak. I focus on His voice, His teachings, His lessons and presence. The rest of the month I am Poseidon’s. I’d completely forgotten about this(yay for Fibro brain!). They both laughed gently at me when I remembered. My studies have pretty much stopped completely due to the communication issues. Earlier in the week my birthday gift to myself arrived; A tin of the smoking blend from Mountain Rose Herbs and a 4 oz bag of Mugwort to add to incense or smoke on it’s own. Hekate says we need mugwort as well to really get the wheels greased. I can feels things starting up again after the last few weeks of quiet so I’m excited and scared as seems to be the case for pretty much all my spiritual interactions. I have one dog to walk today for work, after that there will be a bunch of blog posts. You have been warned!

This was written earlier today. I was going to finish with how the rest of my day went but I’m all out of spoons. So enjoy the blurb!
Hermes is my companion today. In the first 40 minutes of my day I was greeted by sparrows and crowd, had a Northern Flicker fly about 10 feet in front of me for a good block. I’ve missed Him. The last few Retrogrades have been times of rest and reflection. I honestly can’t recall if He was here or somewhere else during the last two in recent memory. It’s a long day ahead. Lots of dogs to walk. New sports bra to try out, hehe! More unseasonably warm weather, it was 14C at 6am. The river at the last walk of the day will be very welcome. I had that walk added late last night. It’s the same place I did my marriage to Poseidon. I guess He would like a specific visit as well.

With the number four being associated with Hermes I had decided to start marking the day for Him in some fashion. This was the first month since I had decided that anything actually got done. As we were getting ready to leave to spend the night at my in-laws I felt strongly compelled to leave some steel cut oats out for my wild bird friends. So as we were running late out the door I stopped to fill a blue pottery bowl I had rediscovered and left a little trail from my empty suet feeders to where I had left the bowl under the umbrella. I didn’t get the chance to mark the occasion any other way but I am glad I did a little something at least.